adamISOeve
Loves Spam
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After suffering a few disappointments in a row, I began formulating a ranting ad for today. And then I realized something I should have been aware of all along: What – after all – can I expect from a club which admits ME as its member?
OK, I stole this joke from Woody Allen (so I believe), and of course it is totally in-applicable to me, I assure everyone reading it. But maybe: might there be some truth to it after all? I cannot shrug off the effect of countless bland responses I received, to heartfelt PMs I have written, to faking women who claimed a need for a genuine companionship.
Or even worse: sometimes I received a PM back, which led to emails that seemed to come from a woman who was alive, actually. Only to find out later, she had been faking it. Or the “woman” had actually been a writing bot, only one programmed with a rather limited repertoire. And when “she” kept repeating the same line several times, I realized why “her” picture had shown a face so immaculately beautiful.
OK, so maybe today I should address this ad to all the (few) women who Esther Vilar had dedicated her book to (The Manipulated Man). And hope for one of them to write me back an honest PM: This book is dedicated to all those whom it does not mention: to the few men who refuse to be manipulated, to the few women who are not venal and all those fortunate enough to have lost their market value because they are either too old, too ugly, or too ill.
OK, I stole this joke from Woody Allen (so I believe), and of course it is totally in-applicable to me, I assure everyone reading it. But maybe: might there be some truth to it after all? I cannot shrug off the effect of countless bland responses I received, to heartfelt PMs I have written, to faking women who claimed a need for a genuine companionship.
Or even worse: sometimes I received a PM back, which led to emails that seemed to come from a woman who was alive, actually. Only to find out later, she had been faking it. Or the “woman” had actually been a writing bot, only one programmed with a rather limited repertoire. And when “she” kept repeating the same line several times, I realized why “her” picture had shown a face so immaculately beautiful.
OK, so maybe today I should address this ad to all the (few) women who Esther Vilar had dedicated her book to (The Manipulated Man). And hope for one of them to write me back an honest PM: This book is dedicated to all those whom it does not mention: to the few men who refuse to be manipulated, to the few women who are not venal and all those fortunate enough to have lost their market value because they are either too old, too ugly, or too ill.